Friday, 6 January 2017

Murdered By Love

This could be yet another story and famous tale,
about how a young man had lost his beating heart.
To a beauty unlike any other without shrouded veil,
a treacherous journey whispered to the stars.

His first sight was caught and trapped in a magnetic glance,
one he could not pull or turn from, the attraction was strong.
Dreams filled his wishful thoughts of asking her for a dance,
and inside his heart he could hear the
start of a new song.

He saw her every single day and was blessed with a smile,
one that would cause a new rhythm in his heart beats.
He would become distraught if he did not see her in a short while,
questions of her whereabouts would disturb his heart's peace.

She was truly a marvel, a new wonder of the world,
one glance from her would render him without word.
These emotions stirred, these feelings were unheard,
and his heart ached for them to be spoken yet mind considered it absurd.

Mustering the courage to tell her became a great battle,
This conflict between his mind and heart stretched in time.
And when heart emerged victorious, he was puzzled like scrabble,
for as time had travelled, his beloved was no longer in sight.

She fell into the arms of another, one who promised the same,
An embracing love that would protect her from all harm and pain.
His heart split in two, and he threw the pieces into a flame,
and he stood in the cold, emotionless and drowning his sorrow in the rain.

Hoping it would wash away yet it lingered like a shadow,
his poetic pen fallen once considered a gift yet fallow.
His eyes turning to the skies while he inhales his tobacco,
exhaling the fumes with a sigh, people exclaiming that he's sad now.

He truly loved her and it's a shame that she never knew,
that feeling he was holding on to was the only thing he believed true.
Now this misery pushes him with a belief of being forever doomed,
it's become silent whenever he now looks at the moon.

On a day, she finds him and in smile she approaches but he turns,
she stops to question clueless to the love he had yearned.
A note drops from his pocket as he heads towards a bridge,
she picks it up and appears a face of astonishment for what she just learned.

The note read;

Maybe one day you will finally know how it is that I felt,
all this time I have done nothing but keep it to myself.
Afraid of what you might say, or the friends you'd tell,
and in my embarrassment I would be punished as If I were in hell.

I have fallen in love with you and the grace that you show,
a day never passed wherein I didn't want you to know.
Emotions were stirring and this heart beat became a flow,
like the river streams and the droplets that turn to snow.

I was nothing, though, not a soul worthy of you,
like a speck too small to notice, I yet everyday grew smaller too.
You continued to bless the world like the light of the moon,
and I continued to hear the songs of love as if a whistling flute.

Yet, should you read this, know that I've loved you since I knew,
and I have never loved another the way I loved you.
I speak like this because in the time you find this truth,
I shall be no more of this world bereft of the dreams I wanted renewed.

Tears fall from her cheeks like droplets as she cries,
turning quickly to his direction but he's no longer in sight.
She chases him longing to find him and the reflection of his eyes,
To find herself in them yet it was too late, he had died.

He had jumped off the bridge and his corpse was dismantled,
his blood stained the ground like the love he abandoned.
She falls to her knees, eyes leaking viciously like an open tap,
uncontrollably, screaming at her life because this wasn't how she planned it.

His words made her love him the way he always wanted,
her heart now beats the very same way his heart did.
But it was too late, he's gone now, her world is darkness,
he wished upon the galaxies but she questions the betrayal the stars did.

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